Second day of rain, a gyrating Kona
storm
that seemed to swirl around us. A confused
wind blew cane grass tops every direction
at once. The ocean view was replaced by a
dull grey wall as it misted, drizzled, poured.
Then late in the day
a small hole let in
light like the edge
of a curtain, torn.
Lia put on quite a
show and inspired me
to improvise
a hula hoop
with a scrap
of flex pipe
and green
electrical
tape. It
worked pretty
well and we all
took a turn.
Or two.Woo woo.